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Day of Dread
Claide

The hazy dusk was thick as soot
 1
and lone, a lady set afoot
 2
on moonlit sands that could not speak;
 3
but if they could, I hardly think
 4
that they would hold their peace.
 5
 
 
“Turn back, turn back”, I think they’d cry.
 6
“The day of dread is drawing nigh,
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the day of dread has come” they’d cry,
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“The day of dread has come.”
 9
 
 
But even then (I’m sure I know)
 10
her pace would neither still nor slow.
 11
For in the house to which she strides,
 12
her baby waits; her baby lies.
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But who is doing otherwise?
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The day of dread had come.
 15
 
 
And every beast, both foul and fair,
 16
raised up to God an earnest prayer.
 17
“Deliverance” is what they pled
 18
upon that destined day of dread.
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That destined day of dread.
 20
 
 
Like mercy covering its eye,
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the frightened moon was hidden by
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a somber cloud - and there before
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the pathway of her mother’s door
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she knocked. And oh, how I abhor
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each echo sounding from that door;
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the pound of feet upon a floor;
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the day of dread had come.
 28
 
 
How could she know that she'd unveil
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brutality; the gates of hell?
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The silhouette inside the frame
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was not the same - was not the same,
 32
was not the love she knew by name.
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The day of dread had come.
 34
 
 
 
 
 
 
As though creation was dismayed,
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the summer winds had died away;
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and lone, a lady loathed to find
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her mother in a different mind -
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a mad, malicious, misanthropic,
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(near demonic) state of mind.
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The day of dread had come.
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A distant hound began to mourn
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and then, for sin, for spite, or scorn
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her mother lunged and threw her down
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and pinned her there upon the ground;
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and beat her long and beat her red
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upon the destined day of dread,
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that destined day of dread.
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Within the shadows of the hall
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a wide-eyed child watched it all.
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The empty cans upon the floor
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were just as much (and if not, more)
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the criminals; the culprits for
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the day of dread.
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The hazy dusk was thick as soot
 55
and lone, a lady set afoot
 56
on moonlit sands that could not speak,
 57
but if they could I hardly think
 58
that they would hold their peace.
 59

To be published in Tales of the Talisman.

3 Dec 06

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